Poetry

August 22, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Alesia Kazantceva photo

 

By

Anca Mihaela Bruma

 

 

 

We Are the Children of Time

 

 

We are the Children of Time,

our dew drops mirror our World,

crossing the edges of eternal visions

as strings of inception crossing immortal times.

 

We move along with and through Time,

seeking the effervescence of future tenses

with stardust desires swirling in cymatic impressions

and the interludes opiating all human sensations.

 

We dance formlessly in holographic sceneries

with rippled reflections and silent similarities

forgetting our punctuations and connotations

only verbing the noun of our own Existence,

endlessly scrolling through the alchemic gravities

as glittering particles of an Ancient sophic apocrypha.

 

We paint our stories on celestial canvases

with memories of “Being” rather than on “Having”,

all of our emotions can break all the parenthesis

and build empyrean dreams and Life fantasies…

 

The hourglass reset its seconds for the Children of Time!

 

 

 

 

 

I Urge You…

 

 

To meet me on the edge of the World…

 

There, where horologes grow their wings,

there, where distances ache our shoulders no more,

where the metronome dissipates our breaths no more,

and unbroken smiles do not grow…

 

The place… where… you cease to chase

The shadows of Worthlessness!…

 

To meet me where Eternity has lost its clock!

Where dreams live, unmutilated by tears,

so we can find each other

beyond banal bleached days

of senseless sceneless seasons,

where I may still taste the aroma of your morning eyes,

a Time and Place where I may cease to remember

how my roots were stolen from me,

and I may strive no more within the molasses

of mundane monotonous equations,

and require no more Mathematical solutions

of… this LOVE!…

 

I urge you to meet me

at the place where answers lose their questions,

with no maps or recipes to touch the Heart,

where words cannot shatter my hearing

and Time is not crammed inside a dusty lost note.

Meet me where the verb “to cry” is non-existent,

no walks on nameless maze of streets –

Instead, arched inside a hypnotic butterfly’s leap.

 

My Love…

I drew my Eternity under your eyelids,

words lost their senses,

past the borders between our thoughts,

just an additional pulsation for you….

to love me, insanely, without restraint.

 

No more random rusty routines,

Only… the Mirage of our cosmic Co-Existence!

 

 

 

 

I URGE YOU
Written and recited by Anca Mihaela Bruma
Starring Roberta Di Laura
Musical background by:
1. Nigel Robinson – Scotland (United Kingdom): electric piano, strings and clock effects
2. Juan Jose Garcia – Madrid (Spain): drums
3. Francesco Mega – Grosseto (Italy): acoustic guitar
4. Joel Hall – Ferndale (WA United States of America): trumpet
5. Jan Kopcak) – Kosice (Slovakia): saxophone
6. Johnny Alich – Chisinau (Moldova Republic): tracks mix 

 

 

 

 

 

Anca Mihaela Bruma

My name is Anca Mihaela Bruma, I am Romanian living in Dubai/UAE. My love for poetry started when I was just 9 years old, when I registered myself to some creative poetry writing group. It was a turning point for me as I started to discover the mysteries of the written word and its impact on the readers. I was just 6 years old when I registered myself at a public library, being fascinated by the readings. The passion for reading, composing and reciting the written words was extended to choosing the first degree, a BA in English and Romanian Philology. While a teenager, I was published in various journals of poetry.

Since an early age, I have always viewed writing poetry as the perfect medium which is able to depict profound unfathomable complexities of someone’s life or life itself, to render into words that which is unsayable, that ineffable, which can be truly deeper than the language itself. Through my writings, as well years of readings, I always looked to seek something beyond that which was apparent to others! I was fascinated to see how different aspects of truth were transfigured by different emotions, how experiences were poetized. I pursued seeing beauty expressed in all forms of art, not just poetry; creating a “thirst” within me to explore more and more for the knowledge of the mystery beneath and beyond it, as a symbol of something greater and higher with its own power to immortalize the expressions over the years.

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